Sunday, June 10, 2012
Reality Check, it's 2012
Pic of the Unity Garden... what a lovely place to stroll and get away from it all...
Saturday into Sunday yowls, my vixenish-romping Big Cat Beauties... still no rain on the Kougaress's beloved tame prairie... oh, sighs, when does the trauma drama of 2012 end? It's everywhere... it's everywhere... in the personal realm and on the world stage... doesn't anyone just want a good and happy life enough to say 'no' to those who are denying humanity?
Reality Check, it's 2012, my lovelies, life in our beloved in country is 'not' what it was only a year ago, let alone ten years ago. A major radio host mentioned that his daughter was traveling to Phoenix, Arizona for a job interview. Now, this Big Cat has been lucky enough to visit Phoenix a couple of times in 1979, and in the early 80s, and she drove on Route 66. She thoroughly enjoyed the city, and loved Scottsdale. Arizona is one of her fave states as far as the variety of landscape and the cultures. However, at this point in time, Phoenix is the *kidnapping capital* of the US. The drug war and the border war is horrific, and will likely only get worse. There are serious issues with having enough water. WHY? Oh why, would anyone even think about living there? To be fair, in these times, there aren't a whole lot of places that are safe to live anymore. Especially not in the bigger cities.
Authoress news and mews ~
Lots of good penning done on her WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ even with the trial and tribulations of 2012. ~loud sighs~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Happy National Shifting Day
Jory came out of Marissa’s coffee shop, turned the corner on to Main Street, and stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked, looked again, and tried to swallow. Great, television cameras, hordes of people, and paparazzi blocked his path. Who the hell had let the cat, sorry Momma, out of the bag?
Jory cursed quietly in every Welsh foxy wolfish curse he knew. A lad needed his more colorful words for moments like these. Praise be to his grandparents for teaching him his mother tongues. Blended were-animal families weren’t the norm. No, they stood out when full moons came. Then there was Talbot’s Peak. Folks got along regardless of their animal, preference, and oh yeah, their shifting abilities. Poor Gill down at Rattigan’s. He still needed assistance conquering his latest obsession, Louie’s pack of werewolf biker cousins.
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
1:11 am... 3:33 am... 2:12 pm... 2:22 pm... 8:44 pm... 11:22 pm... 11:44 pm... 11:55 pm... 12:12 am... reality check snark, mitt the mobster nitwit or the flim flam glam scam man... gosh, cyanide or arsenic?... now there's a choice...
The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.
~ Have a magickal month of June ~
~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~
And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times...
Vixenish-romping kisses from the Kougar...